On my very first visit to Australia I felt so disoriented, as if I was in a jungle in Madagascar or the Amazon. I guess I was overwhelmed by the exotic surroundings, like massive tropical rain forests. Colourful birds such as cockatoos and lorikeets were just flying around, like crows in Japan. When I heard a kookaburra for the first time, I was convinced it was the sound of some wild monkeys.
Their distinctive noise still makes me look around to see where it’s coming from, like I did today.
Bright colours in a grey autumn day.
Recently I’ve been spotting a lot of feathers on the street. Some are tiny, some are big, some are colourful and some are fluffy down. Is this because the season is changing? (Although it seems too cold to be losing feathers.) Or is it some kind of fighting season?? I even found a tiny black feather inside my apartment. It looked quite fashionable with two white dots at the tip. It made me wonder who it used to belong to.
And the other day, when a small white feather fell down in front of me from above, I couldn’t help thinking about angels.
This morning I woke up to see sun light shining through the gap of the curtains. It looked dramatic as the last few days had been grey and dull (and cold). When I opened the window everywhere I saw from the balcony had a golden glow. It reminded me how much I love autumn.